Middle Of The Night

Emma woke to a moonlit room. She tossed and turned several times, thirsty but not wanting to leave the comfort of her cousin's bed.

"Fine", she grumbled to herself, then tossed back the covers.

Reluctantly she made her way to the bathroom and turned on the sink. She cupped her hands under the stream, too tired to go downstairs, and fed herself several gulps of water.

Tired, and now grumpy, she headed back across the hall to the call of Jake's bed.
A faint rhythmic squeaking from the end of the hall made her stop.

The moonlight didn't illuminate much of the hall, but even in the dark passage Emma could tell that her Aunt's bedroom door was open. Emma paused and let her mind roam over the possible things the slight squeaking could mean.

Oh my God, they're having sex! She concluded. Or Aunt Maude is seriously masturbating, Emma thought.

Sure enough, as the squeaks went on, they matched the telltale sound of and old mattress being used by one or more persons involved an intimate act.

Emma almost laughed out loud at the thought of her older Aunt, so prim and proper, down the hall doing the deed. She had to cover her mouth as she thought about going to peek in the open bedroom.